Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 54 He's Enlightened 【Please support me! 】

"Ah~~~!"

The beautiful woman in the wedding dress let out a shrill scream.

Flawless jade body, all evils are warded off.

When an evil creature like a beautiful woman in a wedding dress is punched by a flawless jade body, it hurts more than the most advanced childbirth pain.

After Yan Ping punched the beautiful woman's head, he didn't give her any chance to resist. Taking advantage of the beautiful woman's pain, he put two fingers between his eyebrows and pulled out the suet jade gallbladder.

"No!"

The beautiful woman in the wedding dress screamed, and her headless body flew backwards.

Yan Ping ascended to the sky in one step, and instantly appeared in front of the beautiful woman in wedding dress, and put suet jade gallbladder on her head in his hand.

Bright white light burst out.

The body of the beautiful woman in the wedding dress is like the white snow under the scorching sun melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.Die wailing, then revive in an instant, die, revive, the cycle repeats...

"Ghost blood living corpses can be resurrected infinitely if their hearts are not destroyed. It seems that you have hidden your heart in the safest place you think."

"Ah, you'd better not give me a chance, otherwise I will kill you, skin you and light a sky lantern... Ah!"

The beautiful woman in the wedding dress roared and wailed.

"Beside Zhao Shenyu is a turtle demon that has survived for nearly 5000 years. He didn't show up, so your heart must be protected by him."

"Hahaha, so what, I have let him run away with my heart, I will not die."

"Not necessarily."

The old tortoise wanted to run away, but he never dared to use his demonic aura. Once he did, he would be exposed. The best way was to disguise himself as a little turtle and go downstream.

As soon as Yan Ping pointed out, Shen Yuliao killed indiscriminately, a torrent of sword energy rushed past, and twelve precious low-grade spiritual weapon-level sword-locking symbols disintegrated and disappeared.

"Yuanying-level sword energy, you are the Yuanying Sword Immortal."

The beautiful woman in the wedding dress forgot howling miserably for a moment.

A wry smile, unwillingness, resentment... For the first time, she truly felt powerless, like an ant, facing a falling mountain, a deep sense of powerlessness spread all over her body.

Yan Ping looks for the old turtle along the Wenshui River.

On the other side, the birth of seventeen sword cultivators allowed the legal old monk, the old man in Confucian shirts, and other Confucian monks to return to the Wenshui battlefield.

Once the ghost blood corpse insects were eliminated, seventeen sword repairmen also joined the battle.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the flying sword cuts the demon.

In less than a stick of incense, the battle is over.

Sixteen demon kings fell to death, hundreds of demon generals died, and the entire army of the Water God Palace was wiped out.

The power of the Water God Palace that Zhao Shenyu had cultivated over the years disintegrated.

Xiao Tian put blood all over his body, hurried over and asked Guo Ziyi, "Brother Guo, where is Mr. Yan?"

"Sir, it's time to deal with that bloody corpse."

After Guo Ziyi finished speaking, he bowed to the fifth, sixth and seventh people who were gathered together: "Thank you, sword celestial beings, for your help."

The fifth sixty-seventh acted as a spokesperson, and said: "We are under the orders of Mr. Yan, and it is Mr. Yan you want to thank."

"Brother Guo, what is the origin of this Mr. Yan, who can make the sword immortals at the ninth level of Jindan follow him around?"

"I'm not very clear either. Well, no matter where Mr. Yan is from, it's right that he deserves to be called Mr. Yan."

Shhhhh~~~~!

The 54 huge bronze swords hanging above the sky shrank into small swords measuring one inch and three and fled away.

ten miles away.

Yan Ping stood suspended in the air, his eyes fell on a group of aquatic plants in Wenshui below.

Among the green aquatic plants, there is an inconspicuous little green turtle.

[Turtle Demon, Ninth-Rank Demon King Consummated]

Green on top of green, there is no aura of a strong person at all, that is to say, Yan Ping can find it, but it would be difficult for someone else to find this turtle monster.

The Tortoise's Breath Dafa, which is widely spread in the world, was transformed by the ancient tortoise.

In terms of hidden breath, the turtle clan is the ancestors.

The sound of breaking through the sky came, and 69 streamers pierced the sky and hovered beside Yan Ping.

As Yan Ping's index finger rotated and tapped lightly, he formed a sword array and covered the little green turtle.

"Old Turtle, run!"

The old turtle demon never thought that he would be exposed, and wanted to run away, but it was too late.

One by one, the golden demon-suppressing talismans fell down one after another.

With a roar, the old turtle demon showed his real body, resisting the suppression of the demon-suppressing talisman and flew forward.

Yan Ping sighed, the power of the low-grade spiritual weapon-level Earth Fiend Slaying Evil Sword Formation was still a bit weak.It is a bit difficult to deal with top demon kings like the old turtle demon.

Yan Ping ascended to the sky in one step, and stepped on Lao Guizhen with one foot.

A tidal wave of sword energy surged out and penetrated through the gaps in the tortoise shell.

"Ah~~~!"

The old turtle demon screamed and fell into the Wenshui River, and its huge real body smashed a big hole in the river bed on the water surface.

Yan Ping, the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal, even if it is a fake, is not something the top demon king can contend with.

The old turtle demon died, and dropped a storage bag.

Yan Ping found a blood-black heart inside.

"Please, don't kill me. I don't want to die anymore. I can recognize you as my master and do anything for you, even if it is..."

"Sorry, I like a body that feels warm to the touch."

The sword energy rushed past, and the blood-black heart disintegrated and annihilated.

The beautiful woman in wedding dress who should have died thousands of years ago really disappeared this time, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

After taking the old turtle demon's demon pill and tortoise shell, Yan Ping returned to the water temple.

"Mr. Yan."

Guo Ziyi and others came up.

Yan Ping smiled and said: "The ghost blood corpse has been executed, Guo Chenghuang, you can rest assured to start rebuilding the Qingyang Yin Division."

"Thank you, sir."

Yan Ping said: "You're welcome, I actually have a purpose for helping you. I want the position of Wenshui Water God."

Guo Ziyi was stunned: "Sir, I want to be the water god of Wenshui."

The rest were also dumbfounded.

Just kidding, with Mr. Yan's ability, why do you need to be a water god.

Most of the ghosts and gods are the choices made by those who have not practiced well, and the monks who have practiced well are almost not ghosts unless they are dying.

"It's not me, it's her."

Yan Ping opened his mouth and spat out Tie Mulan.

"Owner."

"Miscellaneous-haired cat demon, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, you have to face up to your own shortcomings in life, and the same goes for demons."

"Tie Mulan has met you gentlemen."

Everyone didn't dare to neglect and quickly returned the gift, because the cat demon in front of them called Yan Ping the master.

Guo Ziyi was a little confused. In the history of Qingyang Mansion, there has never been a precedent for untransformed monsters acting as ghosts and gods.But if you don't agree, you can't.

Mr. Yan not only saved him, but also saved 600 million people in Qingyang Prefecture, so it doesn't matter if such a merit is an exception.

Yan Ping also saw Guo Ziyi's hesitation and said: "One year, Guo Chenghuang, Tie Mulan will only serve as the water god of Wenshui for one year."

Guo Ziyi is no longer entangled, "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, I will definitely make arrangements at this time."

"Thank you."

"Mr. is serious. It is I who thank you sir."

Guo Ziyi bowed again.

Xiao Tianfang found the right opportunity, stepped forward, cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Yan, Xiao Tianfang is going down Shenwu Mountain..."

Shenwu Mountain, the No. [-] Martial Dao sect in the Great Zhou Dynasty, has a pure-blooded King Kong sitting there, but it is a pity that it is a pure-blooded King Kong who has entered the countdown of life.

"Hero Xiao."

"Mr. Yan, although I am an old and rough person, I admire the most in my life, and I also like to make friends with virtuous gentlemen like you."

When Xiao Tianfang said this, he touched his head nervously: "Hehe, so I have the cheek to ask Mr. for a pair of calligraphy."

Yan Ping smiled and said, "Yes."

The old man in the Confucian shirt bowed and said, "Sir, Zhou Yong, the deputy head of Lingnan Academy..."

"Sir, next time..."

Many Jindan masters asked for words one after another, and Yan Ping agreed.

Lan Minghui was greatly touched when he saw the star-like scene in front of him.

He bowed deeply to Yan Ping, and then left through the air.

"Senior Brother, Brother Lan left without even saying hello."

Zheng Xiuzhen smiled and said: "He has realized it, from now on there will be another true scholar in the world, fortunately!"

Zheng Xiuzhen: "I'm ready to go back."

"Back to the scene?"

"Back to the scene."

"Brother won't continue to travel with us?"

"I already know where my bottleneck is, so I don't need to continue traveling."

Zheng Xiuzhen also bowed in the direction of Yan Ping, and then left.

"Brother, he has also realized."

"should be."

"Why don't I feel it?"

"Because you are a younger brother."

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